Friday, December 19, 2008

Drabble: Allowed


“Umm, aren’t you going to do something about that?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Martha. “He’s allowed to do that.”

I tried to control my distaste; it felt just wrong, but it wasn’t my dog, nor was it my house. Who was I to argue?

“Can I use your bathroon?” I asked.

“Sure, down the hall on the right.”

I closed the door behind me, locked it, then heard something moving. I pulled open the shower curtain, and there was the alligator.

I screamed for help as I tried to pry its jaws off my leg.

“She’s allowed to do that.”

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